Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.